I have not gotten myself hot water from the coffee maker at work since "the incident."
No one actually forbade me, but I'm just not allowed because of the blown-out-of-proportion incident. Of course, I helped blow things out of proportion by fainting, but I will go to my deathbed claiming that the fainting was a result of the out-of-proportion blowing.
All the coffee makers at work have a spigot for just hot water, which I need every morning to satisfy my raspberry tea fix. All the coffee makers are also at the same height, just reachable if I extend my arms fully. I could fill my cup; the problem was checking whether it was full and trying to pour more water in if needed.
One day as I was checking my cup, my arm jerked and I threw the water in my face. This was painful but not as bad as it sounds. The water is not boiling. It hurt, but I am sure I have had hotter water on me in the shower.
I was putting a cold towel on my face and wiping up the floor when a cleaning woman saw me. I told her I was fine, but she d got one of my co-workers. I told him I was fine, but he got my boss. I told my boss I was fine, but he wanted me to go to the clinic. I said I was planning on it in a minute, but he insisted I go right then.
The nurse wasn't there yet, but my boss scrounged up some ice packs for me. Soon after, I told him I needed to lie down. The nurse had the key to the rooms with beds so I just got down on the floor, which was where the nurse found me.
If someone had believed me that I was OK, I am sure I would not have fainted.
Since then, my boss has gotten me water. This is fine with me ... usually.
There are the busy days or days when I am late when I don't get water until after a morning meeting half an hour or more after I get there.
There are the days he is off when I have to find another water bearer.
There are the days he out is sick, and I worry about him having spread his germs to my cup.
He went home sick Tuesday. All I can think about is how he got my water Tuesday morning. If I get sick, I am so asking for a lower coffee maker to be installed.
Don't try wheeling a wheelchair with your eyes shut. It is beautiful out here, but that means my allergies are rotten. I was also really tired. I went for a walk on the track around this pond thing at my work. I say thing because it is pretty nasty: chemical smells, algae, mud, etc. I closed my eyes for a bit as I wheeled, and opened them as I was going down the slope to the pond. I managed to get back on the track and get my eyes open for the rest of my walk.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
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3 comments:
Matty, you need to ask for a lower coffee maker anyway. It's called the ADD. I am so picketing your workplace next time I'm there.
xxoo
JTG
Attention deficit disorder?
I know I should. My boss was back today, but he did not get me water. I got someone I saw in the breakroom to get it. He did, however, bring me a doughnut because Thursday is doughnut day. I ate it.
Oh, how mortifying!! ADA, ADA, ADA.
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